ログインJANAE It's like hot air rushes into my ears and I have to grab the wall because I'm falling. I can't be fired, no this is not happening. I'm finally putting my life together. I'm already planning on making a down payment for a small house for myself and my son. This can't be happening to me, I can't go back to being jobless and depressed. "Please, sir," I go down on my knees. "Please, sir, I made a mistake, I won't do it again." "You're right, you won't, because you are not going to be here. To be honest, I blame myself for all of this. I should have gone for a more qualified candidate and not given it to you because I felt sorry for you..." Tears are streaming down my face at this point, but his cold countenance remains unchanged." "Please, Marlon, I need this job." I beg with my hands clasped together. "Please, my son..." "Janae, I don't care. It's either you leave, or I am going to call security to come and kick you out." He turns his back to me, and at that moment, ever
JANAE I am very happy that I get to work today, even though I'm excited that my son gets to travel internationally. This might just be the best day of my life working for the Gustave family. I'm literally alone in the house. Every other servant is taking the day off. The way they do every month, to just catch up on personal stuff. As for me, I really don't have much to do, so I am not worried when I am informed that I won't be given a day off. I would have spent the entire day alone in the house with a bottle of wine anyways. So, I spend the entire late morning/afternoon, dancing in the spacious kitchen and drinking from the quarter-full bottle of expensive champagne. Do not worry, I'm not doing anything wrong. It's either I drink it, or it's going to get thrown away, plus, I really don't think that I am going to be working today. May has traveled for a job retreat, Marlon and Luther are on a plane that is Sweden-bound, and well, Marlon, my boss, has been locked in a meeting
MARLONThe reflection staring back at me is so nervous. I've played a lot of games with very intimidating guys, but I've never played against professionals on this level. But that's not even what's bothering me. Luther is coming, and he is the reason I can't allow those guys to beat me. I'd be damned if I allow Luther to watch me get defeated. I button up my shirt and then make sure that my belt is buckled. My fit is perfectly between casual and formal. I like it like this. A knock comes on my door, and I roll my eyes because I know it's my father. He walks in, in a gray suit, and he drops his black card on my desk. "Good morning, Marlon." He says in that monotonous voice that I hate. "I don't need money, Dad. This is just supposed to be for a few days." "Do you want to embarrass me by being stranded in a foreign country?" He huffs. "Do you want to give the news something to talk about?" "Everything has been paid for already, everything! Tell me, why do I need your fancy li
LUTHER The words get all entwined and I can't come up with a good enough lie to tell my mother, and she rolls her eyes at me. "Oh, Luther, do you think I was born yesterday? Are you trying to lie to me?" "I'm not trying to lie, mum. Maybe it was the wind that you heard. Sometimes, when it's a little windy, my window makes this funny noise..." My mother snorts before throwing a rolled shirt in my face. "Luther Wayne, are you actually trying to lie to my face, boy?!" "I'm not lying!" "Except you've been fucking the wind–" "Mum!!" I pull at my face. This is so cringe. I don't want to talk about sex with my mother. She has a cheeky smile on her face as she shakes her head. "Look, Luther, no judgement. Just tell your little friend to keep the volume down..." "Mum!!" "... And tell him that I won't mind meeting him sometime," she shrugs, trying to play it casually. "I'm your mum after all. I should know who your boyfriend is." "Mum, I don't have a boyfriend," I tell her. "Okay,
55. LUTHER "Your pictures are... Terrible." Larissa literally tosses them to the trash. I scoff under my breath. Way to break my spirit. "Look, Larissa, I didn't even want to do this in the first place..." "I just said your pictures are terrible, I didn't say I was going to kick you off the team." She simply says. "Sit." Her dark room/ office is small, the size of a cube, but I find a way to sit as she has asked. "Have you traveled abroad before?" "I haven't." The truth comes out so easily. "Great, neither have I. Look, I know the kind of person you are, all the kids talk about it. Your mother worked in that diner on the other side of town, and you mow lawns sometimes..." I sigh and look away. I came here to confirm her acceptance or rejection of my position as her assistant. I didn't come here to be read to filth. "If I kick you out, one of those rich kids will take your place and have all the fun. I am poor like you, so we have to stick with each other." Ah, great. The
JANAE My first few weeks of working in the Wayne's household. I have been very nervous and extremely scared of how the Wayne children would behave towards me. Quickly, I learn that they are the most nonchalant kids I've ever seen in a long time. The head servant explained to me that my job is not very complicated. I am to quickly learn their late mum's recipes, and also study the former chefs notes on the preference of the family. Everyone has different dietary preferences, and I may be required to cook for everyone. Mister Wayne, my boss, enjoys small, but very complicated meals, and I do not look forward to cooking anything for him. Yes, I can still remember the sex we had at the diner, so familiar like the taste of my own tongue, but that doesn't mean that I have forgotten how strict the man is...I wipe the counter every chance I get, until I start to fear that I would be asked to pay for the wipes I have dwindled in a few days...After the first three days, I realize that
MARLON Standing by the door watching Luther put his clothes back in his bag. He had extended his stay, and cannot be able to do that anymore. He is going for real today. I want him not to go, because I'll miss him. I like having him around, I like having him in my room. I like his laughter aft
LUTHERThis is different. This is pleasant. I'm always used to Marlon leaving as soon as we are done, but here we are, my head against his chest, and I can't believe that Marlon Gustave is cuddling me. He feels like a ripped teddy bear, and his arm is protectively against my body. Hell, he even k
LUTHER Solid Sterling Silver, and porcelain plates, are what Marlon has used to serve me dinner. My mother would absolutely lose her mind. She is a sucker for expensive cutlery and plates, but she never was able to afford them, and we have never been settled enough to acquire any. I feel like st
MARLONI skip the rest of classes that day and decide to give my room a complete makeover. I stand in the middle of my room, turning around, and I imagine Luth coming in here with his sense of knowing-it all. My bed is at the wrong spot, and I suddenly hate the color of my curtains. Purple. Wh







